The Moster Of The Devil

Watch up everybody because I have a gun

 

I want to shot anybody without know what he done

 

 

 

I have knives in my pockets

 

I always play with rockets

 

Playing with cans instead of ball

 

Make your face is my goal

 

And never stick to the ruel

 

 

 

If you touch me, I will hit

 

If you love me, Ihate

So what u can do for me is getting away , from my fucking way

 

 

 

No One can live with me because I am a snack

 

Make you live in hallucination and fake

 

 

Every word utter from me it's hard to believe

 

Begging to get some mercy from me it is just a naïve

 

 

 

In war I'm bigger than red warn

 

In it You will forget everything you ever learn

 

For eventually I always wine

 

I feel sick

 

From everything i get

 

My body is wreck

see everybody just like a shit

 

 

Even my sneeze

 

Like a bite of bees

 

I never felt blessed to breathe

 

Never told anyone please

 

 

And if I see you on my way

 

 You'll regret all your life on that day

 

I'll make you suffer

 

Even I'll rape your mother

 

 I'm more than serial killer 

 

Before your death want you suffer

 

stronger than dark magic

 

Which can destroy all the planet

 

when I am come

 

Everyone gone

 

Every work done

 

One glance of my eyes

 

Make the ocean dries

 

One touch of my hand

 

take the lives of flourished land

 

 

 I told to the devil " Whatch&Learn"

 

Before i make you burn

 

You'll die when i'm coming here

 

So start scream because I am real

 

And i'll be your worst nightmare

 

 

try to make it better "My mood"

 

Is like to treat my harsh as you are a rude

 

Yeh, it's really what i feel 

 

And judge me if you dare

 

 

 

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 20.09.2016

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